Dont Blame Me

Chapter 32

Liv took the fall for the murders.
After chopping the bodies into pieces and loading them in the trunk, we sat on the hood of my Mustang, where I was once again reminded just how broken this doll actually is. Sounds like her father was a piece of shit.
Can't help but muse over the fact that she has a reason to end up the way she did and I... don't.

Just as I was getting into my car, the cops pulled up. Liv refused to get in, insisting that she needed to stay with her henchmen. Men who don't actually fucking exist.
And I didn't have time to stay and argue. I had chopped up pieces of body parts in my trunk and needed to not only get away from the police but dispose of the evidence without getting caught.
So, I left. The police chased me for five miles before I lost them. I have backup license plates on hand, so once I got to a safe area, I changed my plates and clothing, burnt the evidence, and drove home.
There are one hundred and sixty-two people in Seattle with the same make and model, but they'll never be able to pin anything on me even if they magically narrowed it down to me. In the end, the police pinned the murders on a mentally unstable girl and an unknown accomplice. I figured the Society would look into the crime and find an unknown accomplice suspicious. Enough to up and move.
But after looking into Liv myself, I found that she was born into a fucked-up cult and wanted for the murder of her father.
Her father rivaled Jim Jones, spouting about being God's disciple and tricking hundreds of people into believing in his word.

He was a rich man who came from old money. He spent his riches on building a compound for his followers, confining them to a stretch of land for the rest of their lives. That's where Liv was born and raised, up until she committed a heinous crime and fled.
There are reports of Liv's mother committing suicide via poison, and it seems that's what led to the broken doll finally snapping. She snuck into her father's bedroom at night with a knife and stabbed him to death. One hundred and fifty-three times to be precise. Rage was a factor. Liv made it clear that she is perfectly capable of stabbing a man past her body's physical limits if angry enough. Robert was proof of that.
It took three days for them to connect Liv to murders across the country. All cities that Satan's Affair has rooted the haunted carnival in have numerous cases of missing person reports in each location for the past five years. If all the people reported missing from Satan's Affair had connections to her, Liv has killed around fifty people.

I was genuinely surprised that the haunted fair didn't come under fire sooner with so many reports connected to them, but then I had learned that most of the victims were lowlifes, with very few people that cared enough to look for them. Whether Liv was correct in thinking they were demons is subjective. But what I can say is that even though none of them have records, save for a few petty crimes, it doesn't seem like they were good people either.
So, in the end, an unknown accomplice will be looked into, but with Liv's past coupled with her claims of having henchmen, there's a good chance the murders of the four men will be chalked up to what I had hoped.
Wrong place, wrong time.
She really was the perfect scapegoat. I just wish I didn't fucking care. That was three nights ago, and with the threat of the Society relocating, Jay has been monitoring Savior's closely. We've hacked into their camera feed on the main floor, and by the looks of it, they're staying still. Obviously, no cameras reside in the dungeon. That'd be too easy.

"Any word on the building being demolished?" I ask Jay, my phone to my ear.

"Nope," he replies, popping the P dramatically. I want to pop him in the face for it.

"You going in tonight?" he asks.

"Yes," I say, rolling my head and cracking my neck. The tension has already started seeping into my shoulders. I have a sinking feeling I'm going to see some shit that will threaten to send me into a tailspin. But I have to maintain control. If I don't, I will die before I save those kids, and that's just not an option.